This Sunday Post is both in Italian and in English
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nuvola
senza che nessuno
cambi tutto
cambia
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cloud
without anybody
changing everything
changes
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Aug5
Tag Archives: presence
Jul22
I fiori e le api
Sunday posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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ogni fiore ha la sua
ape che per un tempo lo abbraccia
e lo deruba eppure si dona
serenamente non un fiore
scappa via alcuni cadono
nel canale l’acqua
scorre lenta scorre alta
quella degli irrigatori
dipingono un arcobaleno
nell’aria per me che
ho una vita più breve della loro
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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.
Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!
Poesia tratta da “California Notebooks” in vendita da Feltrinelli.
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Jul16
Step 8 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
8.
some dreams are infinite it takes
but a few words to evoke those
emotions are a whole sea of waves
useless to separate them to make
some sense just a few words
can take you to sea free the page
among waves and winds
let the reader fly
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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Jul10
Step 9 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
9.
I’ve tried to explain
how the whites around
the words are so important
to me those silences I caress
on paper breaths spaces
make the poem
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Jul3
Step 10 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
10.
have you been to that quiet corner
in your house when you shut out
all the superficial chatter where
you are the spirit of poetry
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
Jun26
Step 11 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
11.
there’s a pace you need
to let your soul reach where
there will be no more war inside
of you nor anger where you bow
kindly and poetry welcomes you
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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Jun19
Step 12 of 13 Ways Of Looking At A Poem
12.
Cloud have covered the whole
day slowing down my rhythm
I walk as barefoot on carpet
placing words carefully
dozing off a bit hanging
poetic moments behind my eyes
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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Jun10
Radio – California Notebooks
A tiny taste of the radio interview I did in Milan, Italy, two weeks ago. The first poems is in English.
Un piccolo assaggio video dell’intervista all’Onda di Radio Navigli di Milano del 21-6-18. La seconda poesia è in italiano.
Text below/Testi a fondo pagina
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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
ancient holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
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ho visto la pioggia
camminare sul mare
bussava senza sosta
incapace di scavare
buchi antichi
come nelle rocce
perchè era
accolta
era ben accolta
Apr17
Wisdom
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wisdom can be found
in forgetting
love is stitched on a
white canvas
an array of colors
red for bleeding
is an illusion to the eyes
it’s calm blue deep
within
and forgiveness
may be a life raft
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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Apr10
Words
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may my smile
be forever loving
as I play in life
new roles and adjust
words as a tight dress
may wind clothe me
forever changing
just that loving smile
let that one survive
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
Mar20
Poetry As A River
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a river pouring
you are not rushing
to me poetry flows
out is hard to contain
I’ve no hands for that use
I’ve new eyes to embrace
strong legs clasped around
it’s an odd place wonderful
to be tell me what is
new today with you
Mar6
Its Shape
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and then
there was that
truck fading away
into the curve after
having committed a
crime I witnessed
I knew I could be
of help if I memorized
the plate but I could
remember only three
numbers and its
shape – none
when I woke up
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Feb13
Gentle Chime
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if I could keep my bones
warm and dry my heart
delicately swelling inside
as my eyes roam the air
grabbing not sure how
the poetic words that
make my life worth
living resounding
as a gentle
chime
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Jan30
Resident of Infinite Beauty – IV
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if I could
if I just could
lean over you
desert mountain
and embrace you
until my heart feels
yours until your song
becomes mine
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Oct10
Truth
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if you do respond
to light innuendos
if you do understand
the spaces within
and the white around
if you say a lot with
your silences then
poetry is light and
simplicity – it’s a gentle
laugh at the scoffing
of the learned – it’s
what lifts you up –
not what shows off
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